Tuesday, June 19, 2012

On waiting for the sequel...

I'd like a show of hands, please.

Who out there is hopelessly, pathetically addicted to the 'Game of Thrones' series?  Not the television series, but the books?  Spoilers follow if you haven't read all five yet.  Or if you are only watching the television series which, honestly, pales in comparison and is only redeemed by the hot blond chick with the dragons.

And if you have read all the way through to book five, don't tell me how it ends. I am holding off on reading the last chapters, because Ive heard that it takes years for George R. R. Martin to finish these things.  Waiting is unbearable.  The little girl is blind. Who is the young man in the boat with the dwarf?  And what about the dragons?

I expect a satisfying tieing up of threads for all of the surviving characters.  I don't know how he's going to do it.  If you've read the books you were probably as dizzy from the constantly changing points of view as I was.  Dizzy and enthralled and addicted.  How can he possibly wrap all of these story lines up?

The answer is, obviously, he can't.  He's going to have to kill a bunch of them off.

I've been reading series and checking the stacks of book stores for the next issue of my current faves, since long before amazon or kindle, or any kind of internet.  How many of you were hooked on the PD James series?  Mary Stewart's 'Chrystal Cave'?  Ah, god, I thought I'd expire before the last book came out and then I cried all the way through it.  I hate you Mary Stewart! 

Series are cruel and, yet, the best thing evah.  For me, it goes back to comic books and waiting for the next Sandman issue. 

so, I know what it's like.  And I apologize.

heh.  :P

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Where have I been?

I'm in escrow. Because my life was not chaotic enough, I decided to go house shopping. I found a suitable place for a suitable price, the seller accepted my offer, everything seemed normal and good to go.


I won't bore you with the details. From what I've heard and read, the madness is to be expected. Real Estate agents should give discount coupons for Xanex to prospective home buyers.

I'm pretty well packed, since I expected to move in about ten days. But now, I hear, that is not going to happen. Everybody chuckling and nodding and smiling and telling me this is what happens. Hehehe. I'm not laughing. I'm drinking.

The boxes I've packed in are reused delivery boxes from a doggy boutique, so they smell like dogs and dog food. Which means my apartment and my belongings also smell like dogs and doggy chow. I've got a weeks worth of clothing in the closet and a weeks worth of linens not yet packed. When I do laundry I sit in my robe waiting for it to finish.

The china is packed and I'm eating off of paper plates.

I can't find any of my socks. Anywhere. I think I used them to pack the china.

My dog who worries about everything simply can't handle the stress of his world in boxes. He has thrown up on the carpet several times now, follows me everywhere, is always underfoot, and sleeps wedged under my bed at night. He cries in his sleep.

I think I cry in my sleep, too.